Hannah's POV

　　I grabbed my bag and walked out, my heels striking the floor harder than I meant them to. I felt rage building in my chest—hot, heavy, suffocating. But he just stood there, leaning back in his leather chair with that smug, greasy smirk, like he'd just made a reasonable business proposal and was waiting for me to say yes.

　　"I'm the only one who can change the outcome of this case," he said smoothly, twirling a pen between his fingers. "You should ...